In Houston, Tonight

In my hotel room tonight,
I imagine you asleep,
like a tender stephanotis,
Your lips at a distance,
curved like rainbows,
reminiscing dreams from Belgium -
The sky is a shade of indigo
And the clouds are restless on the horizon.

On the ottoman, you look
Like a folded leaf;
gazing at a distance, where the world
behind your glass windows,
rests on your shoulder.
And sings of silence,
the galaxy, and azalea farms.